In the sky, the air around gradually became jidàng.

With the old monster Feng and Weng Qingyu as the center, it was like a huge tornado, violent.

Occasionally, a stream of light shone on the top of the mountain, and the rumbling sound was rumbling, and the mountain collapsed and the small mountain was instantly flattened.

In the sky, the dust and sand are falling.

The old monster Nascent Soul took action and his aura was so powerful.

The monks around them retreated one after another, and their faces changed.

Even Zhang Yang sighed repeatedly. He remembered the shocking palm of Yishixia, which was incomparable to this.

The fighting in the Nascent Soul stage is this kind of momentum. The shocking palm slapped a huge palm print that radiated hundreds of miles. The Yilin Gorge was directly destroyed and became a basin. What kind of terrifying existence should it be?

There is heaven beyond heaven, and there is someone beyond heaven!

No matter how powerful you are, you cannot be complacent, and you cannot lose your awe of the world.

Zhang Yang sighed in his heart.

As time goes on, the fights in the sky gradually begin to distinguish between the top and bottom.

The old monster Feng is qualified to be older. Whether it is mana reserves, sword control skills, or combat experience, they are slightly better and have begun to gain the upper hand.

The light and shadow range on his side became larger and larger, and he began to suppress Weng Qingyu.

At this time, even the foundation-building monks around could see which one was higher and which one was lower, and began to discuss it.

Weng Qingyu's face was ashen. He has always been arrogant and arrogant. This time he lost the sword in front of so many people. In his opinion, it was really the greatest shame.

"Old Monster Feng, don't be too me! My cultivator naturally has the means to deal with you, but I am afraid of hurting the harmony between my two sects. In terms of sword control, you are a little better, but if life and death are fought, my cultivator will kill you." "Hahaha! Weng Qingyu, you are not afraid of Feng Da's tongue flashing, kill me? Let's practice for ten thousand years first!" Old Monster Feng laughed angrily.

Seizing the opportunity, the magic power was activated, and the sword light suddenly flourished.

Swish!

A ray of light flashed, and Weng Qingyu couldn't dodge, and the light net in his hand suddenly pierced.

Ang Yi had turned into a pitch-black little snake more than three feet long, and could still make a roar like a beast in the wilderness, which looked really weird.

A black light flashed, and the black snake escaped, and it was about to escape like lightning.

"Hmph! Where do the evil beast want to escape!" Old Monster Feng and Weng Qingyu both grabbed the black snake at the same time, and also took action to stop the other party.

Bo!

With a sound, the two old Nascent Soul monsters fought with one move, and the airflow of magic power swept the black snake and threw it away.

The incarnation of the Spirit of Yinquan was obviously extremely weak, and he could not even bear the power of this magic power.

This time, the black snake came towards Zhang Yang and other people watching the battle. At close range, Zhang Yang could clearly sense the rich cold power of the black snake.

This power of yin-cold seems to be different from the ordinary power of yin-cold, but is more pure, as if it points directly to the existence of the origin.

Suddenly, "Taiyin Refining Shape" that has been sinking into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness since the last time was damaged, slowly emerged. The black cover slowly rotated the four big words "Taiyin Refining Shape" flashed with a faint light.

hold head high..

The black little snake roared, and a pair of red eyes suddenly stared at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat. Could this guy want to attack him?

wrong!

The look of looking at it seemed to be desire and friendship.

Thinking of this, after a moment of hesitation, the dark snake had turned into a black light and shot straight into Zhang Yang's arms.

Jiji!

The little black snake screamed, and the face was filled with a grievance and attachment.

His head rubbed against Zhang Yang's xiong's mouth.

Zhang Yang's hand also subconsciously stroked the head of the dark snake.

Immediately, the fight in the sky suddenly stopped, and everyone, including Feng Lao Monster and Weng Qingyu, stared at Zhang Yang, watching this incredible scene.

This,……, what's going on?

Everyone saw the violent spirit of the yinquan just now. It is no exaggeration to say that it is no less than the prehistoric beasts.

Although he has been attacked continuously and his body has become smaller, his cruel nature cannot be changed!

Now he will take the initiative to send it to the arms of a monk?

What's going on?

Who is this monk in robe?

Everyone's spiritual sense swept away and their eyes immediately widened.

There was clearly a person standing there in front of me, but my spiritual sense scanned it and there was nothing.

Doesn’t that mean that this person’s level is much higher than everyone present?

Even the old monster Feng and Weng Qingyu's gods became solemn.

Zhang Yang smiled bitterly in his heart. This is simply a scam!

If he had a choice, he would not be willing to interfere in this matter.

In terms of combat effectiveness, you can kill yourself at will. If you intervene rashly, the dangers can be imagined.

However, this little black snake took the initiative to choose itself. Zhang Yang vaguely realized that this might have something to do with "Taiyin Refining Shape".

Moreover, just as the little snake pounced into his arms, Zhang Yang could feel the surrounding yin cold energy boom and his body absorbed it more happily.

If you don’t ask, if you can have this little black snake, your cultivation speed will be so terrifying. This is simply another upgrade tool!

youhuo!

It's hard to resist you!

Zhang Yang tiǎntiǎn's dry mouth, and his blood-red eyes looked up at everyone.

The old monster Feng raised his hand and said respectfully: "I am in the sword spirit sect Feng Sanyang, I don't know what friends call me?"

Weng Qingyu also spoke, "I wonder if this fellow Taoist can do it? This yinquan spirit was obtained by my Weng Qingyu. If the fellow Taoist can do it, my Tianyu Sect will be rewarded in the future." Seeing that the two of them did not take action directly, they carried it out of the master's sect one after another, Zhang Yang was stunned and immediately understood that it must be because of the existence of the six-pointed star pendant that the other party could not see through his own strength, so he was worried.

This is an opportunity!

If you can grasp it well, it is possible to get out without taking action.

He laughed loudly: "Gaga! I am a man from the mountains and fields, with no name or surname! As for the spirit of the yinquan, it was originally collected by me, so why did you get it with all your efforts?...

"I have only been traveling for a hundred years. When I came back, I found that you ruined my cave and hurt my spirit beast. I want to talk to you!" Zhang Yang snorted coldly, his tone became more and more severe, and he was a typical bite.

His words made everyone stunned.

Could this be a real old monster who is insidious? Judging from the intimacy between the spirit of Yinquan and him, it should be that there is no fake?

Even though Old Monster Feng and Weng Qingyu were extremely arrogant, they did not dare to attack someone who could not see through their strength.

Just when Zhang Yang was nervous and thought he was going to be tricked, he heard a shout from the side: "It's you! It's you, you zombie! You were just a small wandering corpse a few years ago. Now you don't know what methods have been used to cover up your strength and dare to pretend in front of us!" Zhang Yang shivered, and when the shout came out, he knew it would be bad.

When I looked, I was wearing a white shirt, with a look of a god, and my eyebrows were standing upright. Who was it if it was Luo Fei?

I couldn't help but feel very hatred!

Paralysis! This stinky woman was besieged by them last time with Old Fang and was besieged by them, because of her that she almost made herself trapped by the Seven-Star Sword Formation.

Now that I am about to succeed, this stinky woman jumps out again!

The murderous intention suddenly appeared!

Zhang Yang did not hesitate, and took out the gourd and flying knife with his hands, and his mind moved.

call out'

A cold light shot straight away.

bite!

With a crisp sound, a stream of light passed by, just facing the cold light, and knocked down the flying knife.

I saw a fist-sized copper coin floating in front of Luo Fei, slowly rotating, very beautiful.

Zhang Yangmuzhong was shocked. He knew the power of this reed flying knife the most. There was almost no one to hide within the foundation-building period.

This copper coin can knock down a flying knife, and it is definitely not an ordinary thing.

However, it is normal to think about it. Fairy Luo Fei has advanced to the peak of the Foundation Establishment Period at a young age. She has certainly a good position in the sect. If she doesn’t have some magic weapons to save her life, she will be a strange thing.

"Hahaha! Miss Luo Fei is worthy of being a key figure trained by the Sword Spirit Sect. She is even willing to give you the top magic weapon of North Peak, the copper coins of the fallen treasure! Not bad! One day I am interested, I can accept you as a concubine and give you a great fortune!"

Weng Youyu clapped his hands and laughed.

"Hmph!" Luo Fei hummed coldly, not answering.

Weng Qingyu didn't mind either, but turned his eyes and said to Zhang Yang: "It's this fellow Taoist who teases me for no reason, so you don't have to leave today."

As he said that, just as he was about to take action, Zhang Yang had already taken action in advance.
To be continued...